I wonder if I can stay put, if I can rest in one spot,

just long enough for you to get here

and find me.

I’m floating, trying, but

I’m losing my bearings while I play it cool,

while I pretend that I’m not thinking

of what dress I’ll wear when we have our first picnic

of what I’ll order when we stay in and watch a movie.

Tether me to this place,

where my heart skips at the sight and sound and feel of your name

on paper or in the air.

I’m letting myself sail on this breeze,

listening to the susurrus of my insides.

I am scared,

damn, I’m scared.

And a million other things.

***

You gave me your card.

A token, a fingerprint, a static timestamp

of the night you started to stick.

You left it on my nightstand.

It’s still on my nightstand.

Sometimes it’s covered

by a book or a glass of water or a hair clip,

and sometimes I’ll pull it out from under, just to remember

what it feels like to know

where to find you.

So I’ll do my very best to wait, patiently, painfully,

and as gracefully

as I can.

just do me a favor

And find me.